6 July 2023

• curprev 14:1714:17, 6 July 2023‎ Spaceman talk contribs‎ 3,412 bytes +3,412‎ Created page with "Eleanor sat at the old oak table that had borne witness to countless memories, its surface scarred by the myriad stories that had unfolded around it. It was late, the soft hum of the radio barely audible, as she traced the worn edges of a worn-out photograph. It depicted a youthful version of herself, arm-in-arm with a boy who now seemed like a stranger, a distant relic of the past. "They say we all have one - the one that got away," she started, her voice threading the..."